Thursday, August 25, 2005

Burning the ground, I break from the crowdI'm on the hunt, I'm after youI smell like I sound, I'm lost and I'm foundAnd I'm hungry like the wolfStrut on a line, it's discord and rhymeI'm on the hunt, I'm after youMouth is alive with juices like wineAnd I'm hungry like the wolfDuran Duran